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 Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:05 pm
Micah and Jett had since been in contact after she left the gym fairly injured. Endless ice packs and questions form her parents about her certinty on the subject of boxing later, Micah had set up a time and day for them to meet up and begin training properly. Properly because, since that day, Micah had been working on building up the strength in her arms and torso, knowing that they were regettably low. She hadn't gone to the gym, but push ups in her room where no one could nag her about resting her shoulder did just fine all the same. She wasn't on par with where she needed to be, not by a long shot, but she was at least stepping in the right direction.
As she stepped into the gym with her grey jogging shorts and white tank top, she realized that she'd forgotten just how bad the place smelled. The door opened and no one seemed to notice, thankfully forgetting about the red haired menace who'd tried to pick a fight and made a huge racket. Micah blushed at the memory despite herself. She liked to believe that she'd grown up at least a little in that short time.
And as she gripped the henshin pen in her pocket she knew she had.
While she still railed violently against the idea that her body was somehow not her own, she felt it necessary to keep the pen close, hiding it only when she was at home. Attempt to bury it only resulted in it returning within a few moment anyway, so she might as well just learn to live with it. After all, it wasn't like she had a choice in whether or not she could fight in this war. It was just another reason to learn how to box. How else would she fight... whatever it was she was supposed to be fighting... if she couldn't fight to begin with.
While Jett would never know the reasons for her learning to fight, she would value his services all the same.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 12:09 am
On a semi-regular basis, Jett had corresponded with Micah. She had been determined when he first met her, and it was refreshing to find someone so determined to build up their body. He respected anyone willing to invest the time and effort into training, and Micah—albeit being a bit odd—fit into that category. When she had expressed interest in a more formal lesson in boxing, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d decline.
…Someone had to keep her from picking fights with the bulkier fellows of the gym, after all.
The good thing about being naturally attractive was that you didn’t have to try very hard to keep up appearances. Even wearing just a pair of black sweats and a jacket over an off-white shirt couldn’t sully his appearances. Or maybe he was just so full of himself that no wardrobe would ever lower his self esteem. He entered, back slung over one shoulder. The walk into the gym from his car had been hellish; the snow was absolutely killing him. He shuffled in, eager to get to work and get his blood flowing before it froze over.
Jett knew he was supposed to be meeting Micah here, though between glancing at his phone and her new hair cut, he had almost walked right past the girl without noticing her. It was only the sharp color of her cornrows(what? In his gym?) that made him pause and glance in her direction. A few short seconds passed before recognition settled in. “Micah,” he greeted, still trying to get over the new look of hers. His teeth chattering, though he tried to hide it with a stream of words. “…That’s a fancy ‘do you’ve got there. Hair more manageable or is this some sort of teenage rebellion?”
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 2:25 pm
Micah's head turned to face Jett as he spoke, golden eyes wide with surprise. She grinned, however, recovering and bouncing on the balls of her feet, eager to get started. Mostly to fend off the cold that permiated Micah's very core. This kind of cold was rediculous. There was no reason for snow to be this deep and no reason for winter to even exist in the first place, in Micah's book.
She stopped bouncing, however, when he mentioned Micah's hair. Even witht he constant clicking of the spectral beads, Micah often forgot what her hair looked like. It had never been a big deal before, and even now they remained out of sight and out of mind. She even grabbed a brush form time to time, forgetting about the braids.
"These," she said softly, blushing at the memory of the night they came to be. "These were... done by a friend." Friend. Maybe not the right word...
No, this was not the time nor the place. Now she was focused less on her cornrows and more on her lessons with Jett.
"They're not important though, we need to get started!" Micah flopped her back into the bench and pulled out a pair of shiney new gloves, bought by herself since her parents figureing this boxing thing would be a apssing fancy, and the tape Jett had instructed her buy. She also pulled out a purple mouth guard that the guy at the store said she would need.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:57 pm
Micah’s blush made Jett a bit curious; he had not missed the look on her face and assumed that either she was really happy with her hair or there was more to her reaction than she was letting on. “Eager,” Jett noted, though it seemed to be a word of praise more so than irritation.
Eying her gear, he gave her a pleased nod. It was nice to see that Micah was passionate enough about learning the sport to both listen to what he recommended and go out and buy them. He eyed the mouth guard for a moment and then flashed her a small smile. “You don’t think I’m going to be knocking you in the face any time soon, do you? This is only the first lesson. I was thinking maybe some warm ups, throw down the basics, tips of the trade…”
Jett sat down on a bench and started fishing through his bag; he pulled out his tape and started wrapping his hands with obvious skill. It was something he'd been doing for years and just seemed second nature. Glancing up, smile painted on his face, he added, “Don’t want to rough you up the first lesson.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 1:50 pm
Micah shrugged and tossed the guard back into her bag. "I'd rather buy it now when I have the funds rather than not have the money when I do need it." She watched as Jett wrapped the tape around his hands and knuckles, trying to imitate him as he went. Over... under... around, over, back... Micah was never good at imitation and she'd only managed a vague mimicry of what Jett had acomplished. She'd torn her tape a few times, causing her to curse, and even gotten lost in the motions, making her wing it a little.
When she'd finished, she looked at the strange wrappings, looking for akin to a desicated mummy than the neat protection Jett had. She blushed again, a different, obvious blush. "Ah... maybe I should have listened more when the guy at the store told me what to do..." She scratched her cornrows a little, grinning goofily.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 2:19 am
Jett glanced over at Micah even as he finished wrapping up his hands. It wasn’t intentional, though he laughed at the girl’s efforts. “You want me to help you with those?” he asked, wearing an amused grin. “It took me a while to get used to it. I couldn’t put on mine for the longest time. Mom used to have to help me. Of course, that was just embarrassing, so I learned pretty quickly after that so I didn’t have to ask her for help. Or you can fight like that,” he added, not wanting to insult Micah’s pride. “People’ll probably stay away from you if they see you all wrapped up. Probably think you’re either a complete freak or some badass.”
…Either way, people were guaranteed to steer-clear of the girl in her current state. Jett stood, offer still on the table despite the fact that he looked more than ready to get warm ups out of the way and start slugging a punching bag.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 9:57 am
"But I am a badass," she reminded Jett with a bright grin, almost bouncing on her seat. If she noticed Jett's zeal to get goin, then she didn't mind it, holding out her hands to have them fixed. She was only ever embarassed when she found herself in tight situations, like she was in on her first visit. This? This was nothing. This was learning. Why should she be ashamed of that?
"I feel like fighting like this will be detrimental in the long run... right? Like... sores, regulations... lacking protection...?" Micah shrugged again, tossing one of her braids behind her shoulders.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:08 pm
“Detrimental?” Jett prompted, scoffing shortly afterwards. “You gotta build up muscles somehow. It’d be more detrimental if you just, say, went up to a bunch of steroid pumping muscle builders and insulted them. Better than breaking your fingers, hmm? Anyway, this is a good learning technique. If you’re so inclined, you’ll be able to go at it without the wraps and gloves after you’ve got the technique down and trained your body.”
He moved, spending more time untangling her wraps than he did reapplying them. “Tell me if it’s too tight,” he said only, though didn’t wait for her commentary before wrapping up one hand and moving to the next.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 2:18 pm
"Well, I meant the bad wrapping. Wouldn't that casue some sort of... I don't know... injury?" Again and again, Micah proved her ignorance, blushing at how little she really knew about the subjects she tried to speak on. "Like blisteres or something? I don't know..." She shrugged as Jett bound her hands, paying special attention this time. She'd need a few more demonstrations, but she was confident that next time she'd be closer to correct.
As he finished, Micah flexed her hands, balling them and then spreading her fingers, wiggling the digits for a moment before balling them up again. "Nah, it's perfect. And now I'm readdy to get going!" Micah bounced up, hopping from one foot to the other like the boxers in the movies. "C'mon teach, tell me what's next!"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:32 pm
Jett watched as she bounced on her feet and, while it certainly wasn’t any perfected technique, at least she had the right ideas. “Well, as for what’s next,” he started, “You punch s**t. The smart thing to do would be to have you work out and lift some weights, do some push ups…you seem pretty good on your feet, so I don’t think you need any training in that dimension. But, if you’re ready to get going, the first thing to remember is—don’t overexert yourself. You’re a novice. You’re not going to be able to do all that s**t you see on television or in the movies. Take it easy, learn your limits, know what your body can handle. You’re not doing anything competitive right now, so don’t try to keep up with anyone but yourself. However, since you’re all dressed up, let’s go.”
He took a stance, legs planted to keep himself grounded, and curled his hand into a fist. He punched the bag in front of him with a sharp jab from his left hand. “See if you can mimic that, let's work on teaching you how to do this without hurting yourself."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 2:15 pm
Micah watched Jett carefully, making sure to take into account all that he did. she copied vague movements as she watched, trying to get her muscles into the groove of working like that before she actually had to preform. Acting without hurting herself was not something Micah was a professional at. It seemed like her was constantly patching herself up from one stupid mistake or another.
Jett punched the bag and Micah repeated the motions several slow times before she stepped up herself. Suddenly the bag was much larger than he had been before. It swayed before her menacingly, causing Micah to have to step back a bit.
She watched it for a few more moment before she tightened her lips and planted her feet the way Jett had showed her. A moment later she struck the bag, the results not as promising as she'd hoped.
It wiggled briefly before coming to a halt while she fell backwards with a squeak.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:21 am
Jett looked down at her, silent for a brief second, and then a grin spread across his face. He laughed; it was not at all menacing, but there was no denying that he found immense mirth in her plight. Good-naturedly, he held a hand out for her so that he might pull her back to her feet. “I suppose it might have been a wise idea for me to remind you to treat the bag as you would any other opponent. The harder you hit it, the harder it’ll hit you back. But that was a good show, you picked up on it rather quickly. When first starting you don’t have to hit with everything you’ve got. Best to hit with concurrent, lighter blows. Or else you’ll wear yourself out and, well.” He grinned again, hand still held out for the girl. “Sometimes it’s enough to knock you off your feet. But good display, you got some really good hits in there. I’m thoroughly impressed.”
Jett did not, after all, want to discourage his student from her training—and she had thrown some nice blows. It was not necessarily in his nature to sweet talk someone or butter them up unless he had something to gain from the situation, but every now and then, that little voice in the back of his mind reminded him that not everything that came out of your mouth had to be sarcastic or insulting.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 1:41 pm
Micah had been looking up at Jett, ready to be scolded for not being prepared for the kick back. It was only when he began to laugh that Micah chuckled too, letting out a breath that she hadn't known she'd been holding. she grabbed into his hand and hoisted herself up onto her feet again.
"That would have been a useful tidbit before I hit anything," she chided half jokingly, steadying the still-swaying bag with both hands. "I guess all of my notions about boxing really are just from the movies and tv." She hadn't thought that it went to that extent.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:37 am
“Most of which are sadly misinforming. But,” he shrugged. “Every now and then you can learn something from them. Or people see a movie and want to be the next Rocky so they come to the gym, prepared to learn a few punches and think it’s as easy as that. Most of the time they get discouraged and go back home to their movies, but every now and then someone sticks around and makes good of themselves. Boxing’s not that hard, and it’s something you can brag about. I can teach you this and that, but the truth is, there’s only so much you can learn from words and demonstrations. I’ll teach you how not to hurt yourself, and how to stand, and how to move, but at the end of the day, you still have to decide what works best for you. I,” he gestured to himself, “Like hooks, for example.”
He eyed Micah’s position, making sure she wasn’t in any line of danger, before he twisted his body a bit, pulled his arm back, and slugged the punching bag she had just steadied. It was a good hit, and though he didn’t exert his full strength, this bag was much lighter than the ones he usually trained with and swung from the blow. “But you might try a few,” he said, watching the bag wriggle on the chain, “And decide you like a jab.”
He demonstrated this one with his other hand, and though his right hand was not dominant, the effect was still similar, however contained far less power. “But that’s a quick one, more meant for speed and defense. You’d probably do well to lean towards that one for a while, it’ll keep your opponent away from you, if he’s smart.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:11 pm
"I think anything quick would fall in line with my sph--" Micah caught herself before the word fell from her lips. She fought the urge to press her hands to her lips to contain the rest of it, knowing that would give away her mistake as more than a simple confusion of words. She glanced at Jett slightly, forcing herself to speak again. "My personality. Anything quick and jarring." She smiled, or rather made herself smile.
That had been close. She hadn't even made this mistake with Alexij yet, veering away from the topic of the skirted warriors as much as she could. And Jett had her almost blabbing about her place in the war after just a few moments.
It made her angry.
Micah had to force herself to keep her temper in check. Jett didn't know what he had very nearly done. How could he? Micah took a few deep breaths and tossed a few braids over her shoulders.
"What next, Teach?"
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